Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

I have.. cancer?

Why? How? The doctor said it was just a cold, the flu. Not fucking cancer.

I'm just eighteen, okay? I didn't get married, I didn't graduate. I didn't even see Mikey for a second time.

How long have I even had cancer? Not long I hope, otherwise the other doctor would've saw it, right?

I don't have to die, right? I mean, there's always chemo. Drew didn't die..

Fuck.

Drew.

Does he know about this? Is he going to visit me?

He was so kind to me, he was so sweet. He treated me like no one before.. Until Frank.

Frank.

He's the reason why I pushed Drew off to the side, I bet he's the reason why I'm here.

Him and his friends beat the shit out of me, I bet Chris gave me some disease from marking me.

Or maybe from Frank when he kissed me.

This is all his fault. Frank you did this, you stupid, dumbshit, god damn, mother fucker.

You hear that Frank?

Go to hell, go suck off your girlfriend. Just don't ever
ever
ever come near me again.

Notes

Just a little update for you.